One of the great adventures provided by dyslexia is the surreal potential afforded by text on first sight.
Until the words are translated for their actual meaning, they can momentarily represent anything, and therefore offer a world of possibilities. This was certainly the case today when I believe that the poor canine owed his rescue to a CHIMP and began to envisage the scenario, possibly with the heroic ape swooping down on a vine and hoiking up the victim by the collar with his articulated feet.
And yes, on realising this was wrong, I did ponder (like the rest of us) on how a slice of fried potato could possibly have achieved this, without even hands to clutch to the vine in the first place.
Maybe we'll never know, but the chimp version was a far better way to go.
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